She made a quaint little picture with such short sunny hair and dark eyes shining out from under the broad-brimmed white hat she wore.
Several ladies who were sitting on the shady piazza, busy with their embroidery, noticed her admiringly.

"It's Elizabeth Lloyd's little daughter," one of them explained.

"Don't you remember what a scene there was some years ago when she married a New York man?
Sherman, I believe, his name was, Jack Sherman.

He was a splendid fellow, and enormously wealthy.

Nobody could say a word against him, except that he was a Northerner.